Love, me.

Unsettled

Rae

"What about a photo of your boyfriend?"

That question shook me, as I had not expected that to come up so soon. I glanced at Erik, who was deep in concentration with his project a bit back a sigh. I was hoping that there would be more time for me to figure out my feelings for Erik, which is quickly turning out to be a platonic one as we had not had sex in the last two days despite me sleeping over at his. It was probably more of me, as I could not bring myself to lie naked next to him when George was in fact the constant thing on my mind right now. I was shocked when I realised all I wanted was to lie next to a naked George and run my hands along her body, and kiss her soft lips. A moan escaped my throat before I could stop myself, and Erik looked up at me with a mischievous look on his face, misunderstanding that it was him who elicited that sound.

He got up from his sit and started unbuckling his belt as he took his place on the couch next to me. I quickly switched my phone to the Do Not Disturb mode in fear of George's text flashing on my screen.

He reached out and cradled my cheeks as his leaned in to kiss me, his tongue desperate to get into my mouth. As I pulled him down towards me, I willed myself to think of George, her wavy brown hair and her sandalwood scent which I had started to get addicted to. Before I knew it, Erik had expertly removed the hooks of bra and cupped his hands on my breasts as he played with my nipples, turning them into stiff peaks. It was pleasurable and I loved it when my breast were shown attention to. I could feel myself getting wet as he moved his right hand towards my clitoris.

"You are so wet, my love." He broke the kiss and whispered in my ears. Three months ago if he had told me that, I would have melted. But now, I just shuddered, wanting a release of the sexual tension that I had been feeling between George and myself. Its presence was unmistakable, I am sure she could feel it too, the way she looked at me when I suggested she come home with me; a mixture of yearning and sadness.

His calloused fingers rubbed against my clit as I moaned with pleasure, trying to imagine it was George who was the cause of my pleasure. I felt him hardening against me, as his manhood made his desire for me known.

"Enter me, please." I begged. He did not need a second invitation as I felt his manhood enter me as I gasp with pleasure. The intensity and rhythm of his lovemaking released the pent up tension I had felt in the last few months as I climaxed into bliss.

"Thank you for that." I kissed him, as he rolled off me and gestured to his manhood which was still swollen with desire as he entered my mouth and I finished him up as he ejaculated into my mouth as I tried not to gag.

This was the part I hated most, but we made a rule that he was not to come in me as I did not want to find myself pregnant at the moment, not when I was constantly rotating around different hospitals when trying to complete my training programme. So we agreed for him to climax in my mouth as he said it turned him on when he sees my lips around his manhood.

As I spat his body fluids out and rinsed my mouth, I could not help but feel a pang of guilt towards George. I felt torn between the both of them, although one was my boyfriend and the other was quickly becoming someone I was obsessed with, making feel really unsettled. I sent her an invite to connect on social media a few weeks after meeting her for the first time, and all I did that afternoon before breaking down and texting her was scrolling through all her photos to try and learn as much about her as possible. I did not know if she was attached or not, neither did I know what her sexuality was, but I was so drawn to her charisma that it did not matter to me which camp she was for. I had a growing need to be in her arms, and I was slowly counting down to the days when I can think of ways to invite her to mine for a meal as I remembered how much she loved food.